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revivalproject2022-05-09 11:38 am
mutedsuspicions) wrote in revivalproject2022-05-09 11:38 am
There's a beautiful sadness that runs through him
WHO: Lerith & Open
WHERE: Lerith's Calibration Room
WHAT: Calibrations stuff
WHEN: May
WARNINGS: CW/TW: Lerith's room has the potential to contain blood, violence, magical and physical assault/abuse, and torture. The items are labeled with warnings.
Waiting Room Post
Waiting Room Mingle
Calibrations Room
A large interior room of a mansion with white walls embellished in gold and black chains winding about. The decorations are nonexistent, save for one oversized, looming painting of a human dressed in black finery that is trimmed with red and silver. He's dark haired man with an intimidating gaze that seems to follow visitors around the room. Judging by the size of the painting, he is clearly the owner of the mansion. From this portrait come spider-webbing lines of blood that pulse down to the white floor. If touched, it’s very warm, like holding your hands almost too close to a fire. The blood flows into and through the grout lines, leading to the center of the room.
At the center of this room is a long stone altar, with both dried and fresh blood coating the stonework. There are thick metal cuffs where wrists and ankles would go, also covered in blood and burned here and there from what had to be magic. The emotion of fear is thick over this table, like a fog you can't see more than a foot in. The only thing that rests on the altar is a dagger [cw: magical assault, violence, blood], gleaming in the light and is the only thing clean on the altar.
To the altar's right, a dining room table. There's a setting only for one, with ornate dinnerware, goblet, and utensils. Instead of a lush meal however, there are only cold scraps and the goblet is empty. A woman with no face stands next to the table, a metal canister [cw: assault, abuse, burning] of what smells like coffee held in her hands. She has pointed ears to indicate her race, and wears simple clothes similar to Lerith.
To the altar's right, a caged halla paws nervously at the floor. There's no room for it to move in the cage other than laying down or standing up. It's antlers are long and twining, with a length of chain tangled within it and a key dangling out of reach. Any attempts to snag the key simply make the antlers grow longer or the halla moves its head to swing it out of reach. The cage is made of a thick metal - natives of Thedas might recognize it was Everite - and one of the few not covered in blood.
Lerith is next to it, reaching through the bars to soothe it. Lerith looks mostly the same, save that the scarf is gone and the metal collar has been replaced with a black and gold snake around his neck. The snake alternates between tightening and relaxing around the elf’s neck while giving a low hiss every now and again. The elf doesn’t look concerned about the snake collared around his throat as he looks to his guest, tensing slightly.
"…I was not expecting company."
WHERE: Lerith's Calibration Room
WHAT: Calibrations stuff
WHEN: May
WARNINGS: CW/TW: Lerith's room has the potential to contain blood, violence, magical and physical assault/abuse, and torture. The items are labeled with warnings.
Waiting Room Post
Waiting Room Mingle
Calibrations Room
A large interior room of a mansion with white walls embellished in gold and black chains winding about. The decorations are nonexistent, save for one oversized, looming painting of a human dressed in black finery that is trimmed with red and silver. He's dark haired man with an intimidating gaze that seems to follow visitors around the room. Judging by the size of the painting, he is clearly the owner of the mansion. From this portrait come spider-webbing lines of blood that pulse down to the white floor. If touched, it’s very warm, like holding your hands almost too close to a fire. The blood flows into and through the grout lines, leading to the center of the room.
At the center of this room is a long stone altar, with both dried and fresh blood coating the stonework. There are thick metal cuffs where wrists and ankles would go, also covered in blood and burned here and there from what had to be magic. The emotion of fear is thick over this table, like a fog you can't see more than a foot in. The only thing that rests on the altar is a dagger [cw: magical assault, violence, blood], gleaming in the light and is the only thing clean on the altar.
To the altar's right, a dining room table. There's a setting only for one, with ornate dinnerware, goblet, and utensils. Instead of a lush meal however, there are only cold scraps and the goblet is empty. A woman with no face stands next to the table, a metal canister [cw: assault, abuse, burning] of what smells like coffee held in her hands. She has pointed ears to indicate her race, and wears simple clothes similar to Lerith.
To the altar's right, a caged halla paws nervously at the floor. There's no room for it to move in the cage other than laying down or standing up. It's antlers are long and twining, with a length of chain tangled within it and a key dangling out of reach. Any attempts to snag the key simply make the antlers grow longer or the halla moves its head to swing it out of reach. The cage is made of a thick metal - natives of Thedas might recognize it was Everite - and one of the few not covered in blood.
Lerith is next to it, reaching through the bars to soothe it. Lerith looks mostly the same, save that the scarf is gone and the metal collar has been replaced with a black and gold snake around his neck. The snake alternates between tightening and relaxing around the elf’s neck while giving a low hiss every now and again. The elf doesn’t look concerned about the snake collared around his throat as he looks to his guest, tensing slightly.
"…I was not expecting company."
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Lerith reaches down and takes Reeve's hand to lead him. As the rest of the memory reconstructs, there's a small garrison of soldiers on the other side of the river. They bore shiny armor, with the helmets hammered to have the design of a face on the front. There's one that sticks out - he has large fluffy red feathers coming out from his helmet. Lerith doesn't move to cross it, but merely points towards the humans.
One is riding a horse and talking to the red feathered soldier - the man from the portrait. Trailing to the side was obviously Lerith. The elf in this memory looked far thinner and haunted than the version standing next to Reeve. It looked like a small breeze would be able to snap him in half.
Then there was chaos as the garrison was ambushed. Similar soldiers, but in blue rather than red, sprang an attack. A battle broke out, but the main thing the memory focused on as the soldiers seemed to blur, was the horse. It reared in fright as they were not meant for battle. Lerith's owner was thrown down and it was clear on the elf's face what his choice was.
With only a split second, Lerith gripped the horse's reins and pulled himself into the saddle to dig his heels in. The horse sprang into a run, with the magister screaming after him. The three halla ran to the horse, flanking the beast as Lerith tasted the sparks of electricity magic missing him. Lerith and Reeve stayed where they were as the scene followed the horse and halla away from the garrison. Away from the magister.
Towards freedom.
"They led me away to safety," he explained, watching the deer-like creatures as the memory melted away and the halla was back in her cage. "Like they knew what was going to hap-pen. They led me northeast, and I found my way to Haven where I was given protection."
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"You were brave, to do that. Because if you had been caught, I do not doubt they would have hurt you."
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That's Lerith's story and he was going to stick to it.
"It would be worse if I was caught." He looked to Reeve, a sad smile on his face. "I was very skit-tish when I ar...rived in Temba because I know there are slave hunters searching for me. Escaped slaves fetch a high price. He would have paid it to bring me back so he could kil-l me himself." To take out the elf that managed to steal and escape all in one go. Lerith obviously didn't want that, with how hard won his freedom had been. "But thank you. For tel-ling me I am brave. I do not think I am sometimes."
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Now that seemed silly to Reeve. How could the man not see that of himself?
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Over on the wall with the portrait, it shook before falling. It fell hard, and shattered like a porcelain plate against the tiled floor. Revealed in its wake was a humble, wooden door, just Lerith's height. The elf pointed to it. "That leads out for you. Back to the awake world."
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But he smiles at Reeve. "Thank you for your kind words, Re...eve. They mean much to me." He owed Reeve a lot after all, after getting the collar off of his neck.
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"You are a good young man, and clearly a friend of my friend. Which makes you important to me. When we are done in this place, you should come to my office. I'll give you one of my notebooks, in case you need to communicate when the network is down. It's good to have paper sometimes."
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"I do like journals. It is what I used in Thedas." He gently patted Reeve's shoulder. "Please, stay safe when you wake. Or in other dreams."
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"We're all in equal danger here."
And with that, he steps through the door and is gone.